"Eradicate the Goblin Horde and avenge the dead!"

"You must not forgive easily, you have to make them pay!"

......

Everyone reacted violently and responded to Sean's proposal, but in the end, whether it was Sean, Kane, or others, all eyes were on Roland.

Invisibly, Roland has become the backbone of everyone in the Sword Spirit Tribe, and everyone has to look at his attitude and decision.

"Counterattack the Goblin Tribe?" Roland pinched his chin, a little hesitant, as an idle fish who has lived on the peaceful earth for nearly forty years, he has an indifferent attitude towards everything, and never takes the initiative to provoke people, this kind of thing waiting for him to make a decision makes him feel embarrassed, and this kind of thing is very unusual, a decision can cause many deaths.

Can we really defeat the mighty goblin horde?, Roland suddenly felt very unconfident in himself.

A big hand of vicissitudes of life pressed on his thin shoulder, Roland looked sideways, and saw the old chief looking at him lovingly, and said with a slight smile:

"Child, this is the war between two tribes, you are still so young, you have to bear so much, it is really difficult for you, but this is the law of survival in the Nightmare Mountains, if the demon wolf does not compete with other monsters, it will starve to death, it will be eaten, your kindness is the most precious gift for the tribe, but it will also become a clarion call for other tribes to fight back, you have to learn to be strong. ”

"I see, Grandpa. Roland nodded.

Call...... Sure enough, I'm still too tender, and I'm thinking too simply, this is no longer the earth, this is - not the jungle where you die or I live!

In this case...... Facing everyone's expectant gaze, Roland raised the White Bone Staff and shouted, "Everyone, follow me to destroy the Goblin Tribe!"

"Whoa......" Everyone cheered, raised their weapons, and shook the mountains and forests.

"Destroy the Goblin Horde!"

"Rush!"

......

Led by Roland, a group of people pursued in the direction of the Goblin Tribe.

In the mountains and forests, hundreds of people on the goblin side were fleeing, all with fear on their faces, the number of people was obviously several times more than that of the Sword Spirit Tribe, but one by one they seemed to be being chased by something terrible, wishing that they would have a few more legs and run faster.

Looking at the people like lost dogs, the giant axe man was in a heavy mood, thinking of how his side was like a rainbow when he came, in the eyes of everyone, the sword spirit tribe was like a stone with a foot, it could be stepped on and shattered, and he didn't look at it at all, where did he think that he would run away like a lost dog like now.

That kid must be eliminated as soon as possible, and he can't be allowed to grow up! The giant axe man said secretly, and the figure of Roland unnaturally appeared in his mind.

As soon as he thought of Roland, he felt trembling in his heart, the genius of the goblin tribe that has not been encountered in a hundred years, pushing the Tianjiao of all the tribes within a radius of thousands of miles, no one knows Wharton's strength and amazing talent better than him, no one doubts that as long as he is given time, the goblin tribe can annex the tribes within a radius of thousands or even tens of thousands of miles under his leadership, and become a big tribe in the true sense, and even upgrade to a castle is not impossible.

However, he died, at the hands of Roland, who was more powerful and talented than him, and that kid was only 5 years old now, terrible, and must be strangled before he could grow up!

"We must inform the tribe of what is happening here as soon as possible, and let the Great Chief gather other powerful tribes to destroy the Sword Spirit Tribe together and get rid of that child!"

"It's coming soon......"

A few miles ahead, there was the Goblin Tribe, which was more than ten times larger than the Sword Spirit Tribe, and it was about to arrive, when suddenly a panicked shout sounded from behind: "Oh no, they are chasing after you!"

The people of the sword spirit tribe in the rear chased and killed, and the goblin side fled desperately, not daring to stop and resist at all, and for a while, there were screams in the mountains and forests, blood splashed, and the head rolled to the ground.

"Kill all these miscellaneous pieces!" Everyone in the Sword Spirit Tribe chased and killed all the way, screaming, obviously only dozens of people rushed in front, and there were three or four hundred people on the goblin side, but it was like a wolf entering a flock, slashing and slashing, and no one could stop it.

"Nev! where to escape!" Sean shouted, swinging his flaming greatsword and slashing at the back of the great axe.

The giant axe man hurriedly retreated, but Kane, who was killed by the galloping wind, was hit by a shield and vomited blood and flew out, and then Sean fell from the sky and plunged a sword into his back.

At this time, there was only a mile left from the goblin tribe, and the great axe man took his last breath and shouted hoarsely:

"The Sword Spirit Tribe killed Wharton, killed all of us, killed Wharton's children......"

Before he could finish speaking, Kane swung his mace and smashed his skull.

......

"What?!Wharton was killed?!"

"How is it possible, the Sword Spirit Tribe killed Wharton?! and killed three or four hundred of us?!"

"It seems to be Nev's voice, what the hell is going on?!"

The Great Axe Man's shout sent the entire goblin tribe into shock and panic, and they couldn't believe what they had heard. Wharton was killed, and three or four hundred people were wiped out, how could this be possible, was the small tribe of the Sword Spirit Tribe so powerful?

But when the jungle shook and everyone from the Sword Spirit Tribe came out, the Goblin Tribe woke up like a dream.

"Enemy Attack! Alert ——"

Hearing the sound of an enemy attack, the goblin tribe hurriedly responded.

Their powerful goblin tribe has not been attacked by other tribes for many years, and now they have actually encountered it, and it is also a small tribe that can be destroyed at will, which is simply a fantasy.

There were more than 2,000 people on the goblin side, one by one with swords, guns and halberds, rushing out of the tribe, the aura was strong, looking at the sword spirit tribe side of more than 200 people on the opposite side, they almost wanted to laugh, just such a few people, and there were many women and children among them, are you sure they are not here to send benefits? They feel that a charge can drown the opposite side, and even a wave will not stir up.

"Your Sword Spirit Tribe is really bold, you actually dare to attack our Goblin Tribe, who gave you such courage!" An old man in gray walked out and shouted coldly.

"Big Chief, what nonsense to talk to them, I can kill them all by myself, and when the time comes, I will know their ridiculous tricks when I catch someone and ask. ”

The big chief glared at this simple-minded guy, he felt that it was not so simple, if it was just the conspiracy of the other party, then with only two hundred or so people, it would be undoubtedly an egg against more than two thousand of them, and the other party would not be so stupid, but if Wharton was really killed, those three or four hundred people also died, he didn't dare to imagine it, and he didn't want to believe it.

You know, Wharton is the hope of the goblin tribe, and the three or four hundred people sent out are also half of the tribe's elite, he can't imagine the worst outcome, and he can't imagine who can kill Wharton, killing the goblin elite without any power to fight back.

At this time, Roland walked out slowly, and he said as he walked:

"It was I who killed Wharton, and it was I who gave me the guts to kill all the people you sent, and now I am not negotiating with you, but informing you, and your people......"

"Surrender or die!"